Walked out
Designer clothes
Made a couple thousand
Now I'm wanting more
These hoes so fake
I can't stand 'em no
I hope it's not too late
I'm almost there, I know
Almost there, know I can't miss
I'm in Chicago high as shit
This bitch keeps giving me lip
They're saying I won't miss
Blood up on my fit
You don't know what's coming yet
I just blew another check
I'm gone be walking down the red
F*ck this hoe
Just for the one
She made me cum
And then I go
Racks on me, but I want more
I got cash flow
Yeah, they all know
That I'm the one
She says I always smell like Runtz
These boys can't touch on my funds
Yeah, they say I'm the one
Hoe must think I'm dumb
I ain't believing her
Off this pack, I'm done
Expensive in my lungs
Yeah, they believe in us
But should I really trust?
Am I what they say
Or am I really none?
Walked out
Designer clothes
Made a couple thousand
Now I'm wanting more
These hoes so fake
I can't stand 'em no
I hope it's not too late
I'm almost there, I know
Almost there, know I can't miss
I'm in Chicago high as shit
This bitch keeps giving me lip
They're saying I won't miss
Blood up on my fit
You don't know what's coming yet
I just blew another check
I'm gone be walking down the red
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Walked out
Designer clothes
Made a couple thousand
Now I'm wanting more
These hoes so fake
I can't stand 'em no
I hope it's not too late
I'm almost there, I know
Almost there, know I can't miss
I'm in Chicago high as shit
This bitch keeps giving me lip
They're saying I won't miss
Blood up on my fit
You don't know what's coming yet
I just blew another check
I'm gone be walking down the red
F*ck this hoe
Just for the one
She made me cum
And then I go
Racks on me, but I want more
I got cash flow
Yeah, they all know
That I'm the one
She says I always smell like Runtz
These boys can't touch on my funds
Yeah, they say I'm the one
Hoe must think I'm dumb
I ain't believing her
Off this pack, I'm done
Expensive in my lungs
Yeah, they believe in us
But should I really trust?
Am I what they say
Or am I really none?
Walked out
Designer clothes
Made a couple thousand
Now I'm wanting more
These hoes so fake
I can't stand 'em no
I hope it's not too late
I'm almost there, I know
Almost there, know I can't miss
I'm in Chicago high as shit
This bitch keeps giving me lip
They're saying I won't miss
Blood up on my fit
You don't know what's coming yet
I just blew another check
I'm gone be walking down the red
Designer clothes
Made a couple thousand
Now I'm wanting more
These hoes so fake
I can't stand 'em no
I hope it's not too late
I'm almost there, I know
Almost there, know I can't miss
I'm in Chicago high as shit
This bitch keeps giving me lip
They're saying I won't miss
Blood up on my fit
You don't know what's coming yet
I just blew another check
I'm gone be walking down the red
F*ck this hoe
Just for the one
She made me cum
And then I go
Racks on me, but I want more
I got cash flow
Yeah, they all know
That I'm the one
She says I always smell like Runtz
These boys can't touch on my funds
Yeah, they say I'm the one
Hoe must think I'm dumb
I ain't believing her
Off this pack, I'm done
Expensive in my lungs
Yeah, they believe in us
But should I really trust?
Am I what they say
Or am I really none?
Walked out
Designer clothes
Made a couple thousand
Now I'm wanting more
These hoes so fake
I can't stand 'em no
I hope it's not too late
I'm almost there, I know
Almost there, know I can't miss
I'm in Chicago high as shit
This bitch keeps giving me lip
They're saying I won't miss
Blood up on my fit
You don't know what's coming yet
I just blew another check
I'm gone be walking down the red
Writer: Issac Shores
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